Storm

i was sitting in a storm and instead of making me feel worried like i shouldve i just sat there it made me feel calm and relaxed

The sky turns to grey The trees start to sway And I cant think of words to say As I sit upon the ledge of the wall in my driveway

Everyone else runs inside out of fear While I sit there being showered on by God’s tears And as the clouds bellow thunder Its funny how I find peace under The raging storm I turn my eyes away from it To a feather caught in my bracelet Wondering from where it has flown It is then that I notice That the trees have gone from swaying to having minds of their own It reminds me Not of destruction But only of the swirling emotions inside of me And its funny how I can relate To the very thing That was only meant to destroy and desolate

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